Fold the year’s paininto renzuru--everything you lost lockedin the heart,head full of yearning,embarrassmentslike showy tailfeathers,all your melodies memorizedin the wings.Keep your crane of ghostsand minor chordscreased in your notebook,carry it with you,stashed in your pillow for dreaming.
For my Real Toads, inspired by Kevn Kinney’s Broken Hearts and Auto Parts